First time I had to draw I couldn't speak.
I for one, know myself well, and one of the things I know is that I am often struck absolutely inarticulate in emergency mode.
This doesn't prevent me from taking reasonable action at all. Apparently, the neural gear needed for overdrive displaces my speech center, leaving only room for my most basic output routine, which is, apparently, "curse like a sailor".
As I spring into action, ~doing~ all the right things, the sentence and sentiment I want to shout is full and complete in my mind.
I will now temporarilly suspend Art's Grammaw's rules, as the essence and truth of the story is inextricably bound to obscenity. If anyone doesn't want to see 2/7 forbidden words printed, please, by all means skip the rest of this post.
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The earliest example is also a good example of an ooda loop. When I was walking down the hallway in high school, I Observed through the door, and the window of the room beyond, a thick plume of black smoke out the window. As I got to the next door, I Oriented to the idea that the school might be on fire. As I got to the next door, I Decided to take action, to alert the first teacher I could find. At the next door, I found the first teacher I could find.
In my mind, I queued up, "Look! There might be a fire!". My tunnel vision prevented me from seeing that there was actually a physics class in session.
So...what ended up happening was that a young Geek burst into a physics final, shouting "HOLY ****!" at the top of his lungs.
The teacher bore down on me, furious. "Mr. Geek. What exactly do mean by bursting into this room, shouting obscenities?" Eyes bulging, I stabbed my finger repeatedly at the window, as the increasing volume of black smoke wafted by. "****! Smoke! Fire! ****!"
It turned out that two rare things had coincided. It was one of the few days the school ran its incinerator, and it also happened to be a day of a temperature inversion, which brought the smoke down to near ground levels.
All things considered, I got off light.
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Another striking example of the same phenomena happened a few years ago. I was sitting on my side of the office, and my wife was in her seat on the other, between me, and the door to the washroom. As I was working, the back of my mind registered that the washing machine had gone into drain mode. A few minutes later, I heard the sloshing and splashing that indicated that the stone basin the machine drains into had clogged, and was overflowing onto the basement floor. It had happened a couple of times before, and was a disaster in miniature.
Since gwa9mm was closer, I figured she might get there before me. In my mind, I queued up, "Hon! The washing machine is overflowing, get it quick!"
Well, she says it best.
"So, there I was playing solitaire on my laptop, when all of a sudden, you're leaping over the bookcase shouting "****. ****! ****itty **** **** ****! ****!" like a deranged wild man...."
We still double over in laughter whenever it comes up.